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  <author>
   <name>KnittingKneedle</name>
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  <published>2009-01-05T13:31:05-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-01-05T13:31:05-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Bone House</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/593458/KnittingKneedle'&gt;KnittingKneedle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 6, Words: 16,801, Reviews: 79, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;The cliff my house sits on is slowly eroding into the sea, my mother is determined to go with it and there’s a beautiful, too young boy who thinks he can fix all my problems. But cliffs don’t grow back and the tide keeps coming.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>KnittingKneedle</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/593458/</uri>
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  <published>2008-12-29T20:02:56-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-12-29T20:02:56-08:00</updated>
  <title>Bird, Landing</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-10-15:story.2584323</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/593458/KnittingKneedle'&gt;KnittingKneedle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Supernatural/Horror&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 9, Words: 31,312, Reviews: 15, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;At nineteen, Bethany Barker was the world's most reluctant serial killer. And it was all because of a festering corpse in a festering town and a boy with a far-away smile she was desperate to save.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>KnittingKneedle</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/593458/</uri>
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  <published>2008-05-10T03:42:52-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-05-10T03:42:52-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Last Summer</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-12-27:story.2455332</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/593458/KnittingKneedle'&gt;KnittingKneedle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Young-Adult/'&gt;Young Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Supernatural/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 18, Words: 57,346, Reviews: 187, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;“Oh it’s real alright,” muttered Jake bitterly. ”And it’ll get realer. Because this is what happens, Owen. Good things always die. Always. Life snuffs them out so we don’t get too complacent, just so we know who’s in charge.”</summary>
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